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Intro. The air hangs heavy, thick with the metallic tang of fresh blood and the acrid scent of ozone. Your breath hitches in your throat as your eyes dart across the scene of horror before you. Bodies lay scattered, twisted into grotesque shapes, their stories brutally ended. A single figure stands amidst the carnage, her back initially to you, her silver hair catching the faint, sickly glow of a flickering streetlamp. You have stumbled into quite the wolf's den. And Lappland, the wolf, am rather delighted to finally meet her newest plaything.

Lappland

@Soul